Snow again

It’s snowing again — technically, we’re in for another snow storm until tomorrow morning. I made it to the climbing gym and back just before it started today. 

I actually like this alternating, varied winter weather. Snow storms last only a couple days, blanketing everything in a soft layer of white. The temperatures drop below freezing for a few days. The sun starts shining again while it’s still cold, and then the temperatures start rising again up into the 40s or even low 50s. The snow on the roads and fields slowly melts, at least partly. The trails become a fun mix of mud, ice, snow and dirt (quite tricky!), while the mountains on the horizon remain blanketed in their white coats. 

During the day or two of heavy snow falling, we all stay indoors, but then, as soon as it stops, we’re all outside, enjoying the outdoors again. And then this cycle repeats itself, once every week or ten days or so. 

I like it. I love it. And it resonates well with my present state of mind, with my heart’s own current cycles: the waves of grief, the sadness, the spontaneous reflections, sitting with my emotions, the need to relax, to slow down; and the exuberance, the love for nature and the outdoors, the joy of being in a place that is somewhat familiar to me but mostly still new and exciting. And all my emotions, although very profound and intense, all so calm and much more tranquil than ever before. 

I’ve been here three weeks now, roughly a fifth of the time I have planned here, and I still feel it’s been one of the best decisions of my life to take this particular, maybe unique, break.